The rain in the drain keeps Singapore a plain…
rather than a swamp, which is what it used to be. There are concrete drainage ditches all over the place, and usually they’re not conspicuous for their beauty. But this morning after some rain, they became gurgling fountains and waterfalls. Two examples:
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I don’t know if you can see their charm; perhaps you need to hear them as well. Rushing water has a music all its own, unless drowned out by the roar of passing buses.